Chapter 321 Psychic Prophecy

On Bordero, a room specially prepared for psykers is filled with items inspired by various human civilizations, from the eagle claw necklace used by the tribal leader in Ghost Peak to the giant wolf on Griffin. The fallen mane, those wild things will calm the Master Chief who was born in a savage world mentally, and this place is not only big, but also spacious, with dim candles flickering, and it is also particularly quiet.

The engine on the spacecraft seemed to have stalled. It was also extremely far away from the room of the untouchable, that is, the Letling boy, and he was strictly required not to approach the front half of the hull, because his "talent" would make the navigator and Astropath is disgusting. Those two psychic masters who have high positions in the void travel power and have high achievements in hard work will call him "soulless" in a tone like a bad woman because of his talent.

However, due to the possible alienation and the lack of powerful abilities of the Letling people, this situation was hindered and stopped as much as possible.

The person meditating with the Master Chief in this room is his teacher and the provider of a room of hidden barbaric things. A member of the Imperial Tribunal, Inquisitor Nova.

They relax their spirits on soft woven mats and strengthen the connection between their bodies and souls. Although when the real power from the highest heaven pours into their souls, the effect of such training can only be said to be a drop in the bucket, but psykers They believe that using meditation instead of sleep can better resist interference from the unknown world.

And in a certain way, this room is a place where these two psykers monitor and help each other. Regarding the potential actual communication between souls and humans in the subspace, no matter how strong the will is, it cannot be achieved by those who are not proficient in psionic powers. interfering with others.

In other words, only psykers can solve the burden of psykers. Even if it is a drop in the bucket compared with the boundless power of the Supreme Sky, two people can double the resistance, but in most cases, it can only make them collapse late. It only takes a few seconds, but this time is enough for the guard at the door to kill the crazy person.

The empire has always had such a pessimistic attitude towards psychic powers. Blessing or cursing it probably has nothing to do with personal will. It can only depend on whether the cursed person will come into contact with the real top secret in this life.

Today's meditation was no different from usual. They only relaxed a little bit in short breaths. Their spirits drifted to other places as their brain lobes were opened and relaxed. That was not the subspace, but the subspace. The inherent free form of the spirit, those ingenious breathing and weak resonance of spiritual energy allow it to open its head in a non-physical manner and break away from the body.

Just like the mutated third eye of the Navigator family, an organ called the pineal gland connects the weak connection, so during meditation, the psyker has a clearer view of the surroundings.

At this point, the soul and the body are getting farther and farther apart, but the connection is getting stronger and stronger. Those souls who cannot leave the body in this life cannot understand the feeling, but the logic is still simple, just like when you use a muscle, it will lose strength due to fatigue, but over the years, On the contrary, you will become more stoic. It may seem like you are out of strength, but it is an exercise for yourself and your soul, so as to be as immune as possible to the interference and threats from the highest heaven.

This is a simple method that people use the experience accumulated over thousands of years. Although there may have been shamans or Taoist monks when ancient humans started, and religious personnel have mastered such methods to their fullest, but for today's empire, learning How to think and how to let go of yourself are such rare and valuable abilities.

As the soul gets further and further away, the Master Chief's vague will is obviously more powerful than Nova, and his spiritual energy travels farther and farther, passing through the thick alloy layer, fine gold, and following the fluctuation of spiritual energy, the smoky incense... The mist began to stir, rising and falling like ocean waves, and that was what the Space Marines were, gifted and strong-willed, beyond the reach of mortals, for the most part.

The stability of the Think Tank is countless times better than that of mortal psykers, and the Space Marines are even more determined people who can ignore the coercion of the Supreme Heaven, and even retreat from the chaos of the subspace.

But the path to spiritual energy does not rely on stability. Demons and witchcraft naturally love those twisted mages. The power that many people can master with their talents is just a drop of water in the endless spiritual ocean of subspace. Even if that drop of water can open up the world, , tearing apart fine gold, but also easily tearing apart containers with its tension.

There is also a difference in size of the container. At least for now, regardless of the ability to control psychic energy, the Master Chief has an advantage in this aspect, but even if he is so talented and has killed many evil wizards, he cannot avoid the endless pressure of this huge void. interference.

He suddenly quit meditation and woke up. Superman's skin would not sweat due to emotion, but he could feel that he was very tired. Normally, meditation would only rest the brain and activate the cerebral cortex. He opened his eyes at this moment. Eyes, but feel very weak.

Nova asked, feeling his ripples. "Why, this is the same as when you meditated successfully for the first time, and we have been doing it for a month. Do you see anything?" She became alert. The void is huge, and psykers are more sensitive than others. When encountering demons and monsters, There are more demons, monsters, cows, ghosts, snakes and gods. No head exploding is a gift.

"Fragments, fragments of prophecy, I saw a powerful storm, but it's obviously more than that. This expedition to Enjili will probably not be lucky. There is a powerful spiritual power to protect it." The Master Chief replied.

“But I can’t feel it from afar.” Nova’s tone was a little strange. She was an imperial inquisitor and a true master of psychic attainments. Although she was rootless in the face of the endless void, as an individual, her psychic power could already turn into flames and whip heretics in the name of the Emperor.

The Chief took a breath. “I don’t know, but both of my ventricles could feel the beating at that moment. As a psychic, I seem to be quite sensitive.”

Inquisitor Nova gave a suggestion. “How about asking the master of astropathology? She should still be on the bridge.”

The Chief nodded. “Indeed, if it’s an astropath, then it can definitely feel something unusual.” His certainty about those astropaths came from the battle where he suspected he had obtained psychic power, and it was also the place where a great mortal was sent away. He had seen how the powerful psychic power of astropaths defeated the enemy, but they were usually better at prediction and forecasting, divination or astropathology.

They have received the Emperor's gift and witnessed the purest Emperor's psychic energy. The protection given to them by the silver sun can prevent those people from any psychic interference and the conspiracy of the warp. Therefore, they can directly witness the fragmented psychic advance form of many things in the warp. They are the prophets who opened the Schrödinger box. Although they don't know whether the cat is dead or not, they can see whether its limbs are touching.

If those people can't feel it, then it's probably an illusion. With this idea, the sergeant stepped into the corridor of the ship at midnight. The lights were bright. Except for the lights in the living area that were turned off to help the crew rest, there were some areas that were slightly dark. There was no difference between here and daytime, but for the Space Marines, time difference and black and white actually have nothing to do with each other.

Even without the night vision and scanning provided by the tactical helmet, his highly reconstructed optic nerves and lenses can clearly see objects in extremely low light.

However, his mind was drawn to those things, and he did not notice the private soldier who walked out of the dark corner. The unfortunate mortal was knocked out and hit the wall heavily. The thick file bag fell to the ground. Even so, he got up and saluted the great Space Marines as soon as possible. His arms crossed his chest to form a sky eagle. It would be better if the bruises on his arms were ignored.

The sergeant asked reluctantly. "Are you okay? Can you report to the infirmary? Do you need me to accompany you?" Even if it was an unconscious collision caused by walking, it might cause soft tissue contusion for mortals. Judging from the uniforms of the opposite side, they should be from the 5th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, and if they were veterans of the 4th Regiment, they could probably avoid it.

The private soldier answered. "Sir, this is the lord's file, which records a part of the reinforcements newly joined the Imperial Navy array. Most of them are requests from local lords and the Imperial worlds saved by the Imperial Navy. They are eager to join the crusade against the Engili Spaceport. I must..." He said halfway and felt his arm was almost torn and sore, the sergeant said.

"Soft tissue contusion, go to the medical room, I'll deliver the documents, I just happen to have something to say to the war lord." The sergeant emphasized in an imperative tone. He didn't want to waste words, but his words seemed alien and gentle in this endless void, a world where mortals and space warriors exist in a superior and inferior difference.

The private hesitated a little. He obeyed the hero of the Empire, but Falcon was also an exception. Just looking at the face of the giant, he still chose to give in and handed the wishes of probably tens of billions of people to the sergeant.

And those things were just thin pieces of paper for the giant. He didn't relax at all. They were the will of countless people and the embodiment of the anger of society against heresy. He took two steps at a time to the front of the office and opened the door directly with the high authority of the space warriors.

"Lords of various regions, I have brought the assembly book of the planetary governor." He looked at Mr. Alanbaier, the Skadi war lord who was concentrating on the documents on the desk. He took a sip of Reka coffee, then shone the spotlight on the documents in his hand and complained.

"I will get myopia sooner or later." "Just put it on the table." It is hard to imagine that the once wild Lieutenant Alanbair has become such a responsible person. His fingers fumbled with the brown paper bag and skillfully stamped it with thick ink with his personal seal, and there were still piles of orders on his table.

In this era without computers, dispatching the entire fleet, especially the level of millions of people, even an iron man would die of overwork. For the lords of the Imperial Guard, those things have been assigned as much as possible, but there are still so many tasks that are related to the war situation and cannot be shirked. If this scale is expanded to the entire galaxy, the Alzheimer's disease of the Terran High Lords is probably not groundless.

The sergeant watched for a few minutes, and Alanbair said belatedly. "Why don't you leave?" He looked up and saw the huge body of the Space Marine and realized that the person looking for him was not a private.

He put down the documents in his hand, and the sergeant also spoke. "Sorry to bother you so late, but I saw an illusory shadow, a broken warp prophecy, a storm with lightning and death, and I saw the port of Engili, like a giant metal disc and a towering metal city on it."

Alan Bair nodded. "Very interesting, a natural disaster? Not likely, I think it might be a weapon of mass destruction or an accident, such as a reactor collapse."

He was very superstitious about those things. After all, he had experienced the Emperor Tarot and still had considerable trust in prophecies.

But the sergeant replied. "Sorry, it's probably not those things. The storm didn't obviously damage the structure of the port. I think it might be a powerful psyker who had a momentary resonance with me in the void similar to astropathic communication."

"A wizard?" Alanbair was not surprised. After all, it would be strange if a sect that believed in the Lord of Change didn't have powerful mages, but he was also wondering if this powerful person represented a demon in the warp or something more terrible.

"It's very interesting, but we can't give up because of an illusory warning. You know, this war is not just the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy, but also the anger of about 400 worlds in Pangia for Engili. We have gathered about 500 civilian ships and more than 100 warships, a total of which is quite large, and the High Lords' Council has also acquiesced to the attack." Alanbair's tone had a meaning that the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

"Do you need so many people?" asked the sergeant.

"Red Corsairs, they are gathering. According to the Empire's investigation reports in other star regions around the Maelstrom, those things were almost a year late for me. The Red Corsairs are gathering on a large scale. Many traitors from the Maelstrom, a natural and weak area of ​​the warp, have been angry and dissatisfied with the Empire for a long time."

"Although the Huron Badab War pulled out several Space Marines here and left the Empire with bloody regrets, there are still sentry towers stationed around the Maelstrom. For those brave warriors, we must also attack."

Alanbair was decisive. Even if the intelligence was delayed, the supply was also done by himself. The Empire was unable to care about this place because of the countless throbbing monsters at the end of the 40th millennium. Even if the expansion of the Titanium, the waaaagh of the Orks, the plunder of the Dark Eldar, the invasion of the heretics and the High Heavens broke out everywhere, they were the only troops here that could represent the will of the Empire.

Two star sectors, millions of troops, PDF or Imperial Guards, mortals, almost only mortals, Space Marines are working hard in various parts of the Empire, but here there is a vacancy for Space Marines because of Huron's betrayal. If it weren't for the great help of the Destroyer Eagle, they would probably lack the edge of the sword and can only smash the enemy with the hammer made of human lives.

But they have no choice...